There was some excitement with kissing Thundercracker. The seeker was passionate- the way his lips caressed his own was enticing. However, upon him moaning and slipping his tongue inside the medic's mouth, Ratchet pulled back bashfully. Thundercracker didn't push it, but his disappointment shown easily on his face. He wiped at his mouth with one hand, while the other still rubbed at his belly. Ratchet sat there breathless, just staring at him.
"Just let yourself go, Ratchet," Thundercracker whispered in his audial. "Just for tonight." He began to lick at the other's neck, not being shy at all with his intentions.
If simply eating the other's food made Ratchet feel guilty, fraternizing with the enemy was worse! Ratchet wasn't a prude- a bit rusty, yes, but he had no problems with being intimate with First Aid. A Decepticon however, seemed like forbidden fruit. Yet, there was something to be said about Thundercracker's admirations toward him, and it made him heat up a little. Plus, there was just something hot about having a seeker desire him so.
Without much more thought, Ratchet placed his hands on blue thighs and began messaging. The seeker moaned in encouragement, fans clicked on, and he began to lustily nip and kiss at his jaw line. Taking a deep breath, Ratchet began rubbing his hands higher, making his way over the other's hips, rubbed up his sides and caressed his cockpit- earning himself a shiver from the seeker.
"Found a spot," Thundercracker mumbled with a smile.
"What?" Ratchet questioned.
Thundercracker took the medic's hands and rubbed them over his cockpit. "Right where the glass meets the metal... Tickles so nicely." Thundercracker explained, and Ratchet ran his tips over said location. Thundercracker flicked his wings and shuttered at the sensation. "I want to try something," The flier said, and the medic wondered what that might be.
Taking a red hand within his own, the blue seeker brought it up to his mouth. He gently ran his tongue over a finger, running from the tip at first, then to the first joint. The digit was then sucked on, his lips rubbed down the sides as his tongue flicked teasingly along the finger.
Ratchet didn't know at what point he began moaning at the action, he just knew that felt so good! His hands were sensitive, a good quality for a medic. Thundercracker played with that aspect, when done sucking on a finger he licked his way down to where the finger connected to the hand. Ratchet gasped and his fans tried to click on, however, he attempted to stop them by overriding the command.
"Thought that would work," Thundercracker cooed as Ratchet tried to catch his breath. "Try to find mine." The flier scooted forward, snugging himself close to the other and began mouthing at his neck again.
Ratchet had no clue where to even begin, but didn't want to ruin his chance with touching the winged mech. He didn't know he fancied a flier, but tonight, for some reason, he found the aspect of being with a seeker exotic. Running his hands up Thundercracker's sides, his fingers probed the seams as they searched the surface for the special spot. He grew frustrated at not finding it, and the seeker grabbed the other's hands and guided them to his wings.
How could Ratchet be so stupid? That was an obvious location to try, but he didn't have the courage to touch the wings on his own. He rubbed his hands up and down the flat, smooth surface, traced at seems and pinched at the edges. Nothing happened. Not until the medic made his way to the ailerons, and upon pulling the flaps forward, Thundercracker deeply moaned and melted in his hands. He gave them a good pinch, and the seeker jolted in his lap, sat back, and removed Ratchet's hands from his wings.
A thud sound was heard. It was the 'Con's spike trying to escape behind a closed interface panel. "Careful..." Thundercracker warned with blushed cheeks. "Too much of that and you'll drive me crazy."
Ratchet didn't know why he did it, he just acted on the impulsion. Snaking his hand between their bodies, the medic began to rub at the overheated panel. Finger's traced seams as the panel was coaxed to open. Thundercracker growled out his pleasure at being released and touched in such an intimate spot. The medic gently rubbed at the pressurized spike, and once his full length was exposed, the crimson hand began to pump up and down the shaft.
Thundercracker's face shown pure bliss. Using his hands to cup Ratchet's face, the seeker lifted his head to meet his own. This time, when the kiss was made, the medic fully gave himself over. His lips parted and gave a throaty moan as the other slipped his tongue in. Their tongues battled each other in the passionate kiss, breaking occasionally only to gasp out warm breaths.
All the while, the medic ran his digits over the hard spike. He'd slowly trace down the ridges of the shaft, go back up and gently tub his thumb over the sensitive head. Pre-cum dripped from the tip as Thundercracker slowly bucked his hips into the movement.
With a final kiss, Thundercracker pulled himself away and slid off his lap. Ratchet whined at the lost of contact, but the seeker licked at his thighs as he knelt down in front of him. With gentle hands, the 'Con beckoned the medic's hips forward, spread his legs apart and began to run his tongue along the red interface panel. He kissed and licked until the panel slid open and the leaking valve was exposed to him.
The first thing the medic felt was the cool air of the cell, causing his valve to flinch. The next sensation he felt was Thundercracker's wet mouth sucking at the outside folds and ran his tongue over them. Ratchet let out a moan; the actions of the seeker playing with his valve was just so intense! He felt lubrication drip out, only to be licked up eagerly by the seeker. Primus, this was so intense!
Sensing the other's desire, Thundercracker sucked harder, then used his hands to pull the valve apart to stick his tongue in and lapped at any fluid that trickled down. When Thundercracker moaned, it sent vibrating sensations to the medic and he bucked, begging for more. A finger was added to the mix, slowly pushing itself in, circling around, then withdrew. When it reentered, the finger pressed in further and rubbed against a node, shooting what felt like an electric shock through Ratchet's body.
A second digit was added, and the pair was spread apart in a stretching manner. Ratchet pushed his hips down, desiring more contact. Thundercracker quickened his past, moving his hand to dip in deeply only to press forward against nodes on the way back. The third finger entered, and by that time, Ratchet feared he was going to loose it for even more nodes where pressed and caressed. Sensing the other's growing arousal, Thundercracker removed his fingers and pressed his mouth against the valve for one final lick, then pulled away.
Ratchet felt neglected at the loss of the seeker's touch, but Thundercracker lewdly looked at the medic, his eyes filled with desire. After he licked his lips, he smiled, and The deep voice seduced him by speaking. "Do you want me?"
"Yes," Ratchet answered with no delay. His body was hot, worked up and he just plain felt good. "Yes, Thundercracker... Take me... Make me feel good...please!"
Grinning, Thundercracker stood up and offered the medic a hand up. He gave a heavy sigh. "Sorry the accommodation of a proper berth is lacking."
"I don't care," Ratchet panted as he clumsily groped the seekers body. "It doesn't matter..."
"So needy," Thundercracker moaned as he leaned in and gave the medic a kiss. "I like that. But can you do something for me first?" Ratchet went to get on his knees, assuming the seeker wanted him to suck his spike, but Thundercracker stopped him. "Not that, sweetspark." He bit his lip, looking as if he was scared to ask.
"What do you want me to do?" Ratchet asked.
The flier sheepishly smiled at him. "Can you sit on me?"
"What?" Ratchet said in shock. "Why? I'll squish you like a cyberbug."
"Exactly," Thundercracker purred as he rubbed his hands over the medic's chubby belly again. "It's just a fantasy I have.."
"To be sat on by a fat mech?" Ratchet asked, not believing that would turn anyone on.
"Yes," Thundercracker said, though a little hurt by the other's reaction. "I... Um..." Thundercracker stumbled for words, suddenly not knowing what to say to explain his desire.
"Lay down," Ratchet said and Thundercracker shot him a wide eyed look. "Well, I very well can sit on you when your standing, right?" Nodding and smiling, Thundercracker laid himself on his back on the ground and Ratchet scooted next to him.
"Um, so, what do I do?" Ratchet questioned.
"Just sit on me," Thundercracker explained. "Bounce and rock around some. I'll tap you when you need to get up for a little break."
"OK," Ratchet said with some reluctance and straddled the seeker. "Ready?" he asked, and upon the flier nodding yes, he rested himself down slowly. Thundercracker placed his hands on the thick thighs and pushed them down, egging Ratchet to just plop his weight down. Upon doing so, Thundercracker gasped as the wind was knocked out from him. Shifting his weight, Thundercracker began to rock back and forth and the seeker grunted as his optics opened whined. If it weren't for his cooling fans clicking higher, one would think the blue mech was in pain, not being turned on by it.
Thundercracker tapped his hand on the medic's thigh, and Ratchet lifted himself up. The 'Con gasped in air attempting to cool his overheated body down. Giving his partner a smile, he wanted more. Ratchet flopped himself down quickly and the seeker grunted as the heavy mech suffocated him.
It was funny how he enjoyed this, Ratchet thought. The overweight medic began to bounce himself up and down as the blue mech wiggled and struggled to breathe. A hand tapped at his thigh, and he sat up. This continued on for a bit, Thundercracker heated up more and soon his fans where whirling on full speed.
"Ah..." Thundercracker moaned. "If you want me to last longer, you better call it quits."
"Did I do good?" Ratchet asked with a smile.
"Great!" Thundercracker answered as Ratchet got off of him and sat by his side. "Just like I imagined it would be."
"You never did that before?"
"No, your the first to fulfill that fantasy." Thundercracker admitted with crimson cheeks as he sat up. "Thanks."
Ratchet just shrugged it off as Thundercracker caught his breath, then went to straddle him. They kissed once again, hands roaming over each other's bodies as the seeker laid the other back. Looking down at the red and white mech, Thundercracker trailed a hand down and began to gently stroke and tickle the medic's valve. Once Ratchet began to heat back up, his spike now expose as well as fully pressurized and trans-fluid spilled from his valve, the medic pleaded for release, and how could Thundercracker deny him that?
Slipping his legs inside the other's legs, the blue flier positioned himself just below the red hips. Ratchet's legs where hiked hiked up and wrapped around the seeker's waist. Leaning forward, Thundercracker lined up his spike and with great care, eased himself in slowly. The 'Con enjoyed watching the medic gasp, moan and then bite at his lower lip as he pressed himself in to the hilt.
"Feel good?" Thundercracker huskily panted as he kept still to allow his partner to adjust.
"Hmmm... Quit talking," Ratchet whined. "Just frag me already!"
What could only be described as a pur left Thundercracker's vocalizer and he began to slowly pull himself out, then push back in. He kept a slow but steady pace, occasionally pushing himself in quickly. However, it didn't take long before Ratchet grew impatient; he already waited long enough! Wrapping his legs tighter around the seeker's waist, Ratchet pulled forward, causing Thundercracker's spike to thrust in faster and deeper, and he didn't stop til the other got the hint.
Thundercracker leaned forward and began to thrust himself in quickly. By rotating his hips upon filling the valve, the spike rubbed harder against the sensor nodes, causing Ratchet to gasp and arch his back. Seeing the medic like this drove Thundercracker nuts! He quickened his pace while the red and white mech loved getting fragged so hard.
Without warning, Ratchet reached up with his hands and grabbed at the blue set of wings. The aileron's were tightly grabbed and flexed forward. The seeker faltered for a second as the intense sensation it brought him, jaw dropped and eyes widened in pleasure, but once his trusting resumed, it was harder and faster them before. Ratchet gave a cry of pleasure, arched his back and his valve clenched the spike tightly a few times before finally giving out in overload.
"Ah- I..I'm sorry," Ratchet muttered as trans-fluid seeped from his valve and shot from his spike. He had tried to hold out longer but the fragging just felt too good.
Thundercracker just grunted at him as he continued pumping into the medic. His wings where flicking violently and his breathing came in quick gasps. With a final push, he spilled himself within the other's valve, moaning out in pleasure. He collapsed on the chubby mech, and both panted as they catched their breath and wallowed in the afterglow. Without much thought, Ratchet wrapped his arms around the seeker and idly messaged at the shoulders.
"That was amazing!" Thundercracker cooed as he cuddled himself on the medic.
"Yeah," Ratchet said and looked into the other's red optics. "Not so bad yourself," He teased.
Thundercracker licked his lips and pushed himself forward to place a kiss on Ratchet's lips. The pair lazily smooched, both warn out but desiring the contact. Then the seeker dropped his head to rest in the crook of the other's neck and two pairs of hands rubbed aimlessly over each other's body.
"You know, we should kidnap you more often," Thundercracker teased. "I'd never let you go."
"Like that'll happen," Ratchet joked back.
"I'd chain you to my berth," Thundercracker laughed. "Bring you all the sweets you wanted." Ratchet managed to get a chuckle in before a loud boom was heard and the cell seemed to vibrate around them.
"What the-" Ratchet muttered and both mechs looked to the door just in time to see it burst forward.
Smoke began to pour inside the cell, and the figure of two bots made their way through.
"It's gotta be around here somewhere," A voice called out. Once the mech was in sight, Ratchet saw it was Rodimus. So the rescue team had arrived, and barged in while their CMO was spent on the floor with the blue seeker drapped over him.
Thundercracker barely had time to stand up before Ultra Magnus, who barreled into the room grumbling right behind Rodimus, grabbed him by the neck and flung him into the cell bars. Ratchet sat himself up and realized his interface panel was open and quickly threw his hands down to cover himself. He just hoped no one else noticed as he worked to close himself up.
"What a vile piece of trash!" Rodimus said. "Forcing yourself on our medic. Just when I thought you creeps couldn't get any worse!"
So much for that idea, Ratchet thought to himself as Rodimus gave him a hand up. The medic couldn't help but noticed the flash of a grimace the other gave him upon sight of his chubby belly smeared his sticky trans-fluid. He let out a sigh and pushed Rodimus away.
"I'm alright!" Ratchet grumbled and attempted to clean himself up. "Where's First Aid?"
"Drift has him and took him back to the ship." Ultra Magnus said as he gave a forceful blow to Thundercracker's face and threw him against the wall. "I suggest we do the same. And make it quick. Who know's when the others will arrive back."
"Right-o" Rodimus said and led the trio back out the corridor. Hook and Scrapper's body lay unconscious by the floor a few door's down- their bodies were still smoldering. "This way," Rodimus pointed and led the group through a teleportation device back to the Lost Light.
Ratchet was glad to be back, but part of him felt bad for Thundercracker. The flier showed him kindness in his time of despair. For that night, both of them threw down their factions and just enjoyed each other's bodies for what they were; living, sensitive things. Ratchet knew it was just for that night, but he didn't like seeing Thundercracker treated so harshly after they interfaced. He just wished he had the chance to thank him. And tell him goodbye.